Dozo America

Forest﹒

Mr. Hurt is recovering well, and his heart is slowly returning to normal. The damage to myocardium and cardiovascular and nerve problems caused by the electric shock are also being repaired. He feels that his body is slowly recovering.

Became a lot more energetic.

"Okay, Mr. Hutt. I'll come back tomorrow!" Zhen Fan pulled out the silver needle from Mr. Hutt's body, then cleaned the needle and put it into the needle box. "Your condition is improving, and you will feel better every day in the future."

There is a difference."

"I can't believe it. I never thought that one day I would use Chinese medicine to treat my illness, and I never thought that Chinese medicine would help me so much. Thank you, Zhen!"

Forest﹒

Hurt's words are sincere, and they come from the fact that his body is getting healthier.

"You have to thank Chinese medicine!" Zhen Fan smiled, then washed his hands in the bathroom and prepared to go out.

"By the way, Mr. Hurt!"

When Zhen Fan stood at the door, he turned around and looked at Frist.

Hurt.

"If there is anything, just say it, as long as I can do it." Forest﹒

Hurt answered without hesitation.

"You have to listen to Julienne, it will be good for you."

"Aha!" Forest.

Mr. Hurt smiled, then nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, Doctor Zhen, I promise that what happened today will never happen again."

"It's best this way!" Zhen Fan pointed at him and nodded: "Goodbye, Mr. Hurt."

"Goodbye, Dr. Zhen, I look forward to your treatment tomorrow. I can't wait!" Forest.

Hurt smiled, pointed at Zhen Fan, and then pointed at his chest.

"Carolyn, go and see Doctor Zhen off!"

"Yes, Dad!" Caroline happily agreed to the doctor.

Julienne walked over at this time and asked for Forest.

Mr. Hurt put up a blanket and then brought a glass of water: "This is good for your health, Mr. Hurt."

"Thank you!" This time Frist.

Hurt did not refuse, but looked at Julienne, "What do you think of Dr. Zhen?"

"Very nice. Very enthusiastic! He is a well-liked young man!" Julienne replied with a smile, "Sir, what do you want to ask?"

"Nothing. That's what I thought too, wasn't it?"

Forest﹒

Hurt shook his head and smiled, then lay on the bed. The treatment just now gave him a feeling of relief that was beyond words.

Zhen Fan and Caroline walked down the stairs. Caroline had been talking to Zhen Fan. She said she was optimistic about her father's condition and how grateful she was to Zhen Fan. She even expressed that she missed Claire and school.

.

"You will go back to school. Now that Mr. Hurt's condition has stabilized, it will be no problem for you to go to school." Zhen Fan suddenly stopped, looked at Caroline and smiled, "If you really miss Clay,

Son, just go to her home and see her. I believe she must miss you very much."

"Is it really okay?"

"Of course, why not?" Zhen Fan said to Caroline. "I'll come back tomorrow and see Caroline again."

It turned out that the two of them had unknowingly walked to the gate in front of the villa, and the bodyguard had opened the iron gate at the side. Caroline looked a little sad, but soon a smile appeared on her face.

"Do you have time after tomorrow? I want to treat you to dinner as a token of my gratitude to you. Don't refuse me, okay?" Caroline pleadingly said to Zhen Fan, "I don't have many friends, and I don't

I want to talk to you."

Zhen Fan thought for a while, nodded and smiled: "I'm looking forward to tomorrow's dinner!" As he said that, Zhen Fan stepped out of the gate. His car had already been parked outside by a bodyguard for him. Zhen Fan got in the car and headed towards

Caroline waved her hand and the car sped away.

Caroline was so happy that she even jumped slightly when she returned to the room.

"It seems...someone is in love, right?" Forest.

After Hurt's voice came in, Caroline, who was in a daze, was startled, and then looked at Forester angrily.

Hurt glanced.

"Dad, he and I are just ordinary friends."

"Who did I say?" Mr. Hurt smiled, Caroline was very bad at hiding her feelings.

Dad - I still have something to do!" Caroline quickly escaped from Mr. Hurt's room and hid in her own room. Her father's words just now made her feel shy.

"Do you think my daughter is in love? Judging from your experience!" Mr. Hurt turned to look at Julienne who was busy cleaning the room next to him and smiled.

"Maybe, maybe not dead, Mr. Hurt, I think I'm just a nurse, so... the experience you mentioned is really strange to me." Julienne was a little funny, but she still endured it and was very respectful.

expressed their opinions.

Immediately, Mr. Hurt noticed his abruptness, smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and stopped talking.

On the way home, Zhen Fan received a call from Tang Shaoyang.

"Boss, here comes a special patient. He is Mr. Barna, a state legislator from California. His son's illness is a bit strange, and he named you to go to his home for treatment." Tang Shaoyang's voice was a little tight. Obviously, he didn't

The thought of a state legislator coming to the clinic was a big shot, in his eyes.

"Has he made an appointment?"

"Ah? It seems...it seems not!" Tang Shaoyang was confused by Zhen Fan's words.

"Let him make an appointment, Old Tang. If he doesn't make an appointment, leave him alone!" After Zhen Fan said this, he hung up the phone and drove towards home.

Tang Shaoyang put down the phone in shock. Of course, he quickly figured out that privileges were of little use here.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bana, I just had a phone call with Dr. Zhen, and he asked you to make an appointment. You know, we have a lot of patients now, and it's easy to get complaints." Tang Shaoyang apologized to Emil.

Bana said.

"Okay, I'll make an appointment!"

emir﹒

Bana wanted to get angry, but he knew that this would not help solve the problem, so he held it back and nodded to Tang Shaoyang: "Thank you, Doctor Tang!"

"If it's your time, I'll give you a call!" Tang Shaoyang politely called Emil.

Bana sent him out. He finally let out a sigh of relief. To be honest, when he saw those burly bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses, he felt a little unsure.

After thinking about it, he still called Zhen Fan.

"Boss, that Congressman Bana has left just now. You have to be careful, lest he cause trouble!"

"It's okay, I can handle it, don't worry!" Zhen Fan smiled, the old Tang Dynasty people are good. But they are a little timid and a little afraid of officials. This is the typical thinking of the Chinese people since ancient times. The people do not fight with the officials. Of course, in the United States, those politicians

It's as shocking as playing dirty tricks and playing dirty tricks.

"Also...Old Tang, how many times have I told you. Don't call me boss, call me Dr. Zhen or Xiao Zhen."

"I know, but you better be careful. There are still patients, so I'll die first!"

"Get busy!" Zhen Fan shook his head and smiled.

"Mr. Zhen, do you want me to prepare dinner for you?" Mia came out of her room wearing an apron. The apron was tied and stretched her breasts out very high. It really felt like a uniform temptation.

"Okay, go ahead. Maybe we will have guests coming later!" Zhen Fan smiled.

"Do you need me to prepare dinner for them?" Mia didn't ask what kind of guests they were. She only did what she thought she should do and never asked more questions. This made Zhen Fan very satisfied.

"No, no, because they are not welcome guests."

"Yes, I know!" Mia's eyes suddenly flashed with light.

Zhen Fan watched Mia enter the kitchen, then he sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and watched the news. After watching it for a while, he actually saw a report about Christine, saying that her new movie had been filmed.

, preparing to return to the United States from New Zealand, and this new drama embodies the great director Bit.

Jackson's hard work will definitely attract people.

The reporter's camera captured Christine. She was talking to her assistant Sibella in the dressing room. When she saw the camera pointed at her, she waved to the camera mischievously.

A smile appeared on Zhen Fan's lips. To be honest, he enjoyed being with Christine.

“Tuk-tuk-tuk.”

Someone was knocking on the door, not in a hurry, not slowly, but very rhythmically.

"Mia, the guests are here!"

Zhen Fan sat still and shouted into the kitchen. He found that he was becoming more and more lazy and could not move as long as he lay down.

"Okay, Mr. Zhen!" Mia quickly came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands, and trotted to the door. When she opened the door, she saw a middle-aged man standing at the door, with four people in black suits behind him.

The burly man in sunglasses seemed to be a bodyguard. He couldn't help but frown.

"Mr. Zhen?" She turned back and glanced at Zhen Fan.

"The living room is too small, only one person can come in!" Zhen Fan slowly sat upright and responded lightly.

Mia looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"Mr. Zhen said, only one person can come in, sir!"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then nodded, turned back and said, "You guys get back in the car and wait." The four bodyguards turned around and left, and Mia then opened the door and let the middle-aged man in.

"Excuse me... who is Doctor Zhen..." The middle-aged man saw Zhen Fan sitting on the sofa, walked over in a few steps, smiled at Zhen Fan and stretched out his hand, "I am Emile Bana, from California.

MP."

"I've heard your name!" Zhen Fan reluctantly stood up, shook hands with Bana, and then waved his hand casually, motioning for him to sit on the sofa next to him.

"Doctor Tang has called you, I'm right next to you!" Emil.

Bana nodded and smiled.

"So... Mr. Bana is here for treatment?" Zhen Fan frowned, "Didn't I tell you? You have to make an appointment. I can't give people an unfair impression."

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Bana smiled awkwardly: "That's right, it's my son's illness. His condition is a bit serious. I'm afraid I can't wait too long. I came here as a last resort. Please forgive me!"

"Oh? It's not Mr. Bana's disease? Then... may I ask if your son is..."

"Mark Bana, his condition is a bit special and he needs Dr. Zhen to go to his home. If there is a way to treat it, money is not a problem." Emil.

Bana said this out of necessity.

"Mark Bana?" Zhen Fan's expression suddenly changed, and he shook his head and faced Emil.

Bana said, "If it's him, I'm sorry, I can't cure it."

"Why?" Emil.

Bana's expression did not change.

"You have to ask your son about this, he knows about me!" Zhen Fan smiled slightly, shook his head and sighed. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!